Chapter 84. Pleasant

Julie

It’s Sara.

Luke’s ex-wife.

She’s standing right in front of me, dressed in a faded hoodie and jeans, her hair unwashed, sticking out from under the hood in unruly strands. There’s a gash on her forehead, faint but unmistakable. It looks a few days old, the bruising a dull yellow-brown.

“What do you want, Sara?” I ask.

Her lips curve into something that might’ve been a smile if it weren’t for the bitterness behind it. “Is that how you greet your friends? You once bought me a meal.”

“Is that why you came? Because you’re hungry?”

Her face hardens, as if I’ve physically slapped her. “I’m fine, thank you,” she says. “I came because you seem like a nice person. I mean, the few minutes I spent with you were pleasant.”

I cross my arms, narrowing my eyes. Pleasant. She must’ve forgotten the part where I chased her through the streets. But fine, let’s go with pleasant.

“And?” I say, not bothering to hide my irritatio